This Is How It Goes
Um... a poem, I guess? Take it as you will. I'm just nuts, is all. :)
This is how it goes,
But its time to shatter the mold.
We're born, we live, we die.
Rotting matter trying to leave our imprint on the world.
Waiting for recess. Waiting for children.
Waiting to die.
This is how it goes -
We are children. We play,
We are growing. We learn,
We are adults, we marry,
We are elderly and
We are gone.
This is how it goes,
But its time to shatter the mold.
I...
I am still a child.
I am growing.
I will never be two persons made whole, but myself.
I, as myself, am whole.
My rantings are my children.
I will grow old and have sixteen cats,
I will lie on my deathbed and say -
'I am happy.'
...This is how it goes, for me.
I will shatter the mold.
But its time to shatter the mold.
We're born, we live, we die.
Rotting matter trying to leave our imprint on the world.
Waiting for recess. Waiting for children.
Waiting to die.
This is how it goes -
We are children. We play,
We are growing. We learn,
We are adults, we marry,
We are elderly and
We are gone.
This is how it goes,
But its time to shatter the mold.
I...
I am still a child.
I am growing.
I will never be two persons made whole, but myself.
I, as myself, am whole.
My rantings are my children.
I will grow old and have sixteen cats,
I will lie on my deathbed and say -
'I am happy.'
...This is how it goes, for me.
I will shatter the mold.
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